the tendril that binds us has thorns

i feel you in here
twisting and writhing
unborn potentials
left to fester

in my dreams
my protection spells
are nearly muted
and now something is calling
me to find you

but i just fucking cant do it

I Wont.

the pattern of injuries
has left me older
and scarred beyond recognition
but none of it is worse
than rejecting
what very well could have been
my other half